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the parking spots were filled up and a surprising amount of people
were wandering leisurely along the sidewalks.
After a vicious stare down with a little old woman over the
last parking spot on my side of the street, I managed to walk up to
Joe Bean’s just as the alarm on my phone went off to tell me it was
8 o’clock. I was about to head for the door, but then I saw Tucker
waving at me from one of the little green tables set up on the
sidewalk.
Even better. With the crazy AC inside the place, I would
have gotten really cold really fast. I flip-flopped my way over to his
table and pulled out my chair. It screeched unpleasantly against the
concrete in protest until I plopped my butt down in it, dropped my
hands into my lap, and smiled. “Fancy meeting you here!” It was so
warm out that the metal chair wasn’t even chilly on my bare skin.
“Hello to you too,” he greeted me with a return smile. He
was wearing a kelly-green t-shirt with the Boondock Saints prayer
printed on it in white lettering.
Before I could compliment his choice of attire, he produced
Gunner’s piece of paper and placed it lightly on the table in front of
me. “All his questions answered to the best of my ability. I gave him
my email, too, in case he wants to ask me more.”
I groaned in mock sympathy. “You have no idea what
you’ve done.”
Tucker laughed. “I don’t mind. I like kids.”
“Then you’ll love me. I’m more of a kid than he is any day
of the week.”
At that moment, a barista in an orange apron popped into
view and asked if I wanted anything. When I glanced at Tucker, I
noticed the little green cup already in front of him. I ordered a Chai
and a slice of pumpkin bread.
Once she was gone, I leaned in and whispered, “Good. She’s
gone. Now we can talk about the forbidden subject. The one that
would make the rest of the world think we’re crazy if they overheard
us.”
Tucker raised an eyebrow. “It’s ‘we’ now, huh? A week ago
you thought I was the crazy one for believing in ghosts.”
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